Charlie Green had been a farmer for quite some time, but now he was down on his luck. His wife had just recently passed away and his farm was going to be foreclosed soon. He owed a lot of people money and he had no way to pay them back.
You see, when Charlie began, he had to borrow money to purchase the farm, the animals, and the equipment. He promised to pay them all back and that they had nothing to worry about. His career started off smoothly and he eventually met his wife Eva. They got married not long after and had a happy 10 year relationship. Unknown to Charlie though, Eva had cancer. She knew how much the farm meant to him and the amount of money he owed to others. She loved him and didn't want to ruin anything, so she kept it to herself. Charlie could see something was wrong though. As the months past, Eva began to grow sicker and sicker. She eventually just collapsed and when Charlie found her, he rushed her to the nearest hospital. Finding out that she had cancer, he promised he would do anything he could to make her better, putting all of his time and money into being with her and helping her along. As he was sitting next to her one Sunday afternoon, he saw her heart-rate monitor flatline. He had lost her. Whatever money was left went into funeral preparations and he was back where he started, alone and without a penny.
Charlie wanted to clear his mind from those unfortunate events. He drove out to the nearest city and wandered about the streets, trying to take things off his mind. As he walked, many questions raced through his mind.
How was he going to pay all of those people back?
What would happen to his farm?
To himself?
With each step, Charlie became more depressed. He was screwed! Screwed, screwed, screwed... He was on the verge of breaking down and crying, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. There, sitting on the sidewalk, was a small brass ring. He walked over and slowly picked it up. As the metal touched his hand, a wave of energy shot through his arm, compelling his to slip the ring on his finger. As the cold metal moved across his finger, he heard a voice inside his head.
"I am the Keeper of the ring. Judging by your thoughts, it seems as though you are in a bit of a pickle."
"That I am." Groaned Charlie. "My life is over. My wife is gone and my farm is going to be foreclosed in a few days."
"Perhaps I can help. You see, this ring you now wear posses the power to grant you any wish you can dream of. Being the Keeper, I can unlock these wishes for you, at a cost of course."
"I don't have any money." replied Charlie. "I don't know how I can possibly repay you."
"Oh, not in money my dear man. You would repay me in entertainment."
Worried at the term entertainment, Charlie presses on about the means of repayment.
"Being a farmer, you own a farm and some animals correct?"
"Yes." replied Charlie.
"With the power of the ring comes this small curse. Every night you must go out to your barn and fuck one of your animals. If you do not do it, the ring will take over and force you to do it. As you fuck your animal, you will slowly become the male version. You will feel the pleasure that they feel as though you were them."
Scared at such a thought, Charlie was hesitant to accept, but knew that he needed the wishes and the money. He was also fearing the thought of what may happen to him if he didn't repay some of the people he borrowed money from.
Gulping he replied, "I accept on one condition. You will let me grant a small wish. This will reassure me that you do indeed posses the ability to grant me wishes."
"But of course. What is it that you wish for?"
"As a test," said Charlie, "make a $20 bill appear in my hands."
Cupping his hands out, a small puff of smoke appears and with it, a $20 bill. Still hesitant, Charlie agrees to the terms.
"Excellent. The curse will begin tonight at 8:00. Be in the barn before then and make sure to be undressed and ready."
The voice faded as Charlie wonders what he had gotten himself into. Looking down at the ring and then at his watch, he decided he probably should be getting home soon.
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Arriving home, Charlie noticed that it's 7:30. He walks into the house and upstairs. As he gets ready for the night ahead of him, he wonders who he should fuck first, the thought still disgusting and exciting him. Drawing his attention back, he noticed that it's almost 8:00. He rushes out to the barn with a minute to spare. Glancing down the row of stalls, he once more ponders, "Who will be the first?"